October 1982: ABC, Culture Club, Shalamar and Survivor dominate the top twenty when the Pogues barrel out from the backstreets of King's Cross, a furious, pioneering mix of punk energy, traditional melodies and the powerfully poetic songwriting of Shane MacGowan.
Reviled by traditionalists for their frequently fast, often riotous interpretations of Irish folk songs, the Pogues rose from the sweaty chaos of backroom gigs in Camden pubs to world tours with the likes of Elvis Costello, U2 and Bob Dylan and had huge commercial success with everyone's favourite Christmas song, 'Fairytale of New York'.
Yet the exuberance of their live performances coupled with relentless touring spiralled into years of hard drinking and excess which eventually took their toll - most famously on Shane but also on the rest of the band - causing them to part ways seven years later.
Here their story is told with beauty, lyricism and great candour by James Fearnley, founding member and accordion player. He brings to life the youthful friendships, the bust-ups, the amazing gigs, the terrible gigs, the fantastic highs and the dramatic lows in a hugely compelling, humorous, moving and honest account of life in one of our most treasured and original bands.
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Great stories about the Pogues - told boorishly
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Amazing band, great story, boring reading voice
Everybody knows The Pogues are an amazingly interesting band, not only for their turbulent take on irish music but also for the charisma and drama of the members. It's probably very hard to write a bad book about a band like them. And indeed, James Fearnley wrote a very good book. However Fearnley's problem is not writing, but reading, which he doensn't do very well. As endearing as his Mancunian accent is, his voice would be a good treatment for insomnia if the random pauses in the middle of sentences weren't so incredibly annoying. Some chapters are better, but some feel like driving on a road full of potholes with the lights off. It's just (PAUSE) annoyng to listen to a (PAUSE) book where the narrator pauses randomly (PAUSE) in the middle of sentences for (PAUSE) no reason. You get the idea.
Except for the problems with the reading voice however, this book ranks well among the current crop of rock memoirs, such as Crissie Hynde's, Kim Gordon's and Peter Hook's.
The performance could have been better if Fearnley had a more exciting voice and didn't pause all the time between words that shouldn't have a pause in between them.
Not really, except maybe for a Shane MacGowan memoir.